I'm sorry
I'm lonely
In parties
I'm the paint on the wall
Parties were never my scene
Why do I feel so bad
Sitting in the old tree
Tangelo juice running down
My frowning face
Crisp citrus pain
Cool soothing wind
I'm sorry
I've done it
I blew it
Why don't you understand
Sitting in my own glass box
Why do i feel so bad
Trying to break these walls down
I'm like a toy on display
Porcelain skin
Cracking under the gaze
Of strangers
Talking, crying, screaming, dancing
People feel like the world is ending
Soon
But they feel good
I'm sorry
I blew it
Hiding behind the false sky
Planetarium and guns
People people, gorgeous judy,
Me and jimmy feel like we're flying
High
And we feel good